Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Addison
She had nearly three hours of free time between classes, so after a quick check-in with her babygirl, she sent Kylie off to her next class and headed for the student dorms. Worry churned in her stomach the whole way—Danny hadn’t returned her text yet, or even read it.
Hopefully that meant he was sleeping, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Clinging to that hope that she was wildly overreacting, she used the master key she’d been given while she was covering for the RA to unlock his door and ease it open.
But instead of finding her babyboy curled up in bed, sleeping off his sickness, she found him perched in front of an elaborate computer setup, complete with multiple monitors, laughing like a loon at something on the screen.
“Got you, fuck-face!”
Oh, her Little boy was in so much trouble.
Someone on the other side of the headset must have said something because Danny grinned as something on his screen exploded. “Playing hooky.”
So. Much. Trouble.
She hung back for a moment, curious to see how much more he confessed without knowing she was there. And the longer she listened, the angrier she got.
Until, at last, her boy sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s finish this mission and then I’ll go tell her.”
Taking that as her cue, she stepped up beside his chair, gripping the side of his headset and removing it from his ears. “Tell me what, Daniel James?”
If he hadn’t been in so much trouble it would have been almost comical the way he jerked in his chair, his eyes going wide as he stared up at her. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, boy,” a voice came through his headset. “Wrong thing to say.”
“Your friend is right, Daniel James. Say goodbye and then we’re going to have ourselves a chat.”
Worry filled the dark brown of her boy’s eyes. “But we’re in the middle of something,” he whined.
Pressing the mute button on the side of his headset, she leaned in until they were nearly nose to nose. “Little boy, you can either log off that game right now, or your friends can listen while Mommy paddles your bare bottom. What’s it going to be?”
“I’ll log off,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Good boy.”
She released her hold on his mic and crossed her arms while she waited for him to obey. With a sneaky little glance up at her, he cleared his throat, his cheeks going bright red as he spoke. “Um, I gotta go, guys. Talk to you later.”
Voices chorused through the headset and then he set it aside and logged off the game, his head drooping in such a “naughty Little boy” way she nearly laughed.
“Look at me, Daniel James.”
With a quiet sigh, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough to know you played hooky and you were apparently debating whether or not to tell your Mommy about your naughtiness.”
Danny winced, his shoulders hunching in self-defense. “Oh.”
“Mmhmm. And you are going to get that spanking I promised you, but first we’re going down to the infirmary.”
Confusion wrinkled his brow. “The infirmary? Why?”
“You claimed to be sick this morning, so we’re going to make sure you’re not actually ill.”
“I’m not, really. I don’t need to see the doctor.”
“This is not a debate, little boy. Where’s your coat?”
“But, Mommy—”
Gripping his chin, she forced his head back. “Coat. Now, Daniel James.”
He didn’t move, not immediately. And in his eyes she saw the age-old struggle of a submissive who wasn’t quite ready to submit. Defiance, mixed with a need so deep it made her chest ache to see it.
Instinct told her that pushing any harder would only feed into that defiance. So she held him there, her fingers holding his chin firmly in place until he sighed, his gaze lowering. “Yes, Mommy.”
“That’s my good boy,” she murmured, leaning in to reward his obedience, however reluctant, with a kiss. “Get your coat so we can go see the nurse.”
She released him so he could do as she’d instructed, which he did with obvious resignation. Once he was bundled into his coat, she took his hand and reached for the door that would lead them back out to the shared common area of his dorm.
“Do I have to hold your hand?”
“Yes,” she said simply, tightening her grip. “Big boys can be trusted to walk places by themselves, but Little boys cannot. And clearly you are not a Big boy, judging by your actions today.”
“I am a Big boy,” he whined as she led him out to the common area.
“Clearly not. Big boys are responsible and go to class and answer people when they text to check on them. And they do not lie to their friends and their Mommies about being sick.”
“If you know I lied, why are you taking me to the nurse?” There was no true regret in his voice, not yet at least. Only the sulky tone of a Little boy who was upset he got caught being naughty.
That would change.
“I am taking you to the nurse so we can be very, very sure it was a lie.” Looking over her shoulder, she let her lips curve in a slow, wicked smile. “Mommy wants to make sure you’re in perfect health for the punishment you have coming to you.”
Danny
He was in so much trouble.
Worse, he was in trouble and being led through the dorms and across the field to the main building like a naughty Little boy. Which, he supposed he was. Because Mommy was right, he’d acted like an irresponsible Little, and now he was being treated like one.
Knowing she was right didn’t make it any less embarrassing, though. And maybe everyone wasn’t actually looking at him, and maybe they didn’t know he was in trouble, but it sure felt like it. With every step they took, he swore he could feel the weight of a thousand stares on them.
It was almost a relief when they finally made it to the infirmary. But then he took one look at stern Nurse MacIntosh with her hair pulled up in a bun while she peered at him over the top of her glasses and he wished it had taken them a little longer to get here.
“What seems to be the problem with your boy, Professor?”
Ugh. Of course the staff would all know he was Professor Renard’s Little boy already. There was something about being talked about rather than to that ramped up the humiliation he was already feeling.
“He missed class this morning because he claimed he wasn’t feeling well. According to him, that wasn’t true, but I would like to be very sure he isn’t sick, just in case.”
Nurse MacIntosh raised a brow and Danny wished with everything he had for a hole to open up in the ground and swallow him hole. “Is that so? Well, Mr. Hollis, let’s take a look at you. Clothes off.”
All the blood seemed to drain from his face. “All of them?”
“Yes. Your Mommy has requested an exam, and I plan to be incredibly thorough.”
Oh, god. If his face got any hotter he might actually spontaneously combust. He’d read about that phenomenon once in a book, and he’d brushed it off as nonsense. But standing there in that exam room, stripping his clothes off as slowly as he dared, he was rethinking his position entirely.
When he was fully naked, his clothes folded and stacked neatly on a chair per his Mommy’s instructions, Nurse MacIntosh gestured to the exam table. “Lay down on your stomach. I assume your Mommy wants your temperature taken the proper way?”
“I do, yes. Thank you, Nurse MacIntosh.”
Which meant in his bottom. Although he’d only ever had his temperature taken orally since he didn’t live as a Little on the Ranch, he’d heard enough stories to know what came next.
It was almost poetic, in a way. He’d skipped class to avoid having something shoved up his ass, and now here he was, about to have something else shoved up there instead.
Feeling more Little than he ever had in his life, he hesitated, eyeing the table warily as he shifted from foot to foot. “Is it going to hurt?”
His Mommy’s voice was surprisingly gentle when she spoke. “No, baby. It will feel a little uncomfortable, and there might be a bit of a pinch at first, but it won’t hurt. And you always have your safe words if you need them.”
The reminder that he could put a stop to everything if it was really more than he could handle helped to settle his nerves and give him the boost of courage he needed to climb up on the exam table.
Pillowing his head on his folded arms, he looked over at his Mommy as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I’m scared.” The confession came easier than he expected it to, helped by his Mommy’s soothing presence. Which seemed counterintuitive since she was the whole reason he was lying there, waiting to get a thermometer shoved up his butt.
“Oh, my sweet boy. There’s nothing to be scared of. Mommy’s right here and I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
Clinging to that, he closed his eyes as Nurse MacIntosh spread his bottom cheeks with a gloved hand. A moment later, something cold and wet pressed against his entrance and he couldn’t quite stop the whimper that slipped free.
“You’re being such a brave boy for me, Danny,” Mommy murmured, still running her slender fingers through his hair. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”
Guilt tangled with happiness in his chest. “Even though I lied?”
“Yes, baby. I’m not happy about that, but I am very proud of you for doing something scary. We can talk about the lies after your exam.”
The thermometer, which wasn’t too horribly large, lodged deep in his bottom.
As Mommy had said, it mostly just made him feel kind of full and uncomfortable, but there wasn’t any real pain.
He was almost able to relax as he lie there, waiting for the timer, and after what felt like forever, it finally beeped and Nurse MacIntosh pulled the device free.
There. He’d had something up his butt and he’d survived. Maybe being plugged and pegged wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Perfect temperature,” Nurse MacIntosh declared to nobody’s surprise. “You can sit up now, Daniel.”